Tag Archives: blue-eyed man
Remember
In a hall of jade (and then it is subway tile and then it is sandstone and then it is glass) there are rooms (and then there are none and then there is one and then there are multitudes) and … Continue reading
Empty
That gnawing feeling, well within, sometimes caused by a brief glimpse of a life you’ll never have, that smile she’ll never wear. Tried to fill it with a bottle. Tried to fill it with fire. You’ve never had much success … Continue reading
I Keep Hearin’ You
“It’s me,” comes the voice on the recording, rough and shaky. “I know I said I wouldn’t call. I know. But m’pretty sure y’don’care one way’r’th’other, specially if’s’versus not callin and endin up in a dumpster.” Her voice is alternately … Continue reading
Rose-Colored Glasses
She was shivering in the dark, in the cold; the rain beat down, had been coming down for days, then, and left her feeling like she’d never, never be warm and dry. Never again. The stink of the hot summer … Continue reading
Chuck Wendig/Terrible Minds Flash Fiction Challenge: Drabble – Dialogue
Wendig’s Challenge this past Friday was simple, and not: Drabble. 100 words of flash fiction. Anything. Just go. All right, then. *cracks knuckles* * * * “She here?” “Not here right now, sir.” “Comin’ back?” “She’s not here, right now, … Continue reading